WangXian: Reunited ✔

Chapter 14: My Dear Sworn Brother

'Just one sip wouldn't hurt,'

~WEI YING'S POV~

Wei Ying stared at Lan Zhan's ever fair complexion. He pouted, and thought,'Even when Lan Zhan is drunk, he still looks like some fairytale prince...' 

Wei Ying huffed, 'It's not fair. When Wei Ying gets drunk he looks like a dying rat. Isn't getting drunk supposed to be ugly? Aren't you supposed to jump around like a fool? So why did Lan Zhan look like nothing was wrong? Did Wei Ying not give him enough wine? But that's impossible. The last time it only took one cup before Lan Zhan got drunk... unless...? All those years Wei Ying was gone, Lan Zhan had turned into a drunktard? 

Wei Ying gasped and waved his hands in front of Lan Zhan's face. "Lan Zhan? Lan Zhan!" he yelled when Lan Zhan's eyes drooped and his head fell forwards onto the table.

Wei Ying stared at him in shock. Lan Zhan was... asleep?! 

He grumbled, "Lan Zhan you fuddy duddy. I've never seen someone THIS bad with alcohol... how can you sleep after just one cup?! Ughh you're no fun," he raved before thinking, 'Well there goes my sex...'

Wei Ying had originally planned to intoxicate Lan Zhan, and take advantage of him. He just didn't realize how bad Lan Zhan was with alcohol. In fact, Lan Zhan was so bad with alcohol, that he had passed out cold after just a few sips. Wei Ying's mood had immediately soured, and he moped around before whining,"Lan Zhannnn," "Wake up and fuck me." 

He poked Lan Zhan gently, "Come onnn pleasee?" he begged. "Please?" 

"LAN ZHAN!" he shouted when he realized all his pleas were to no avail. "YOU WAKE UP RIGHT NOW AND FUCK ME!" Wei Ying screeched. 

"..."

"If you don't wake up right now... I'll go find Wen Ning," he tried as a last resort. 

Lan Zhan was silent, still passed out. Wei Ying huffed. "Fine then. Be that way," he said as he walked towards the window. 

Hopping out onto the street, Wei Ying pulled out his makeshift flute. Bringing the flute to his lips, he played a quick melody to summon Wen Ning. Chains rustled and a figure clothed in black jumped out in front of him. He frowned when he saw young man's dull and lifeless eyes. "Wen Ning?" he asked. 

Wen Ning didn't answer. Wei Ying's frown deepened. Even as a corpse, Wen Ning had always been a mild and well mannered boy- he would never ignore Wei Ying. Something was wrong... very wrong.  

"Wen Ning?" Wei Ying asked again, approaching him. The latter didn't answer, only stared blankly ahead. Wei Ying neared him. 

Before the Burial Mounds Siege, the Lanling Jin Sect had announced to the world that the Wen siblings were already burnt into ashes. Wei Ying scoffed bitterly. Clearly they had lied. 

He furrowed his brows, fingers reaching into Wen Ning's hair, 'If the Jin Sect wanted to use Wen Ning for themselves, they would've needed to make sure that he couldn't think for himself. In that case...' 

"AHA!" Wei Ying yelled triumphantly. He held up the two long nails that he had just pulled out of Wen Ning's skull. Wei Ying carefully examined the nails. They were clearly made by someone very skilled in demonic cultivation. He sighed. Skilled, but not skilled enough. 

"Wen Ning. Go hide." Wei Ying said, pointing to the dark alley beside them. "Hide," he stressed, seeing that the latter still didn't respond. 

Suddenly, Wen Ning flew backwards a few feet before landing on the ground with a plop. He slowly got up, not minding the shoe print on his chest, and dashed away.